Name: Alise JugsonFamily: Death Eater parents, only childAppearance: blond hair, dark brown eyesCharacter: seems cold and snappy, sometimes secretly lonely
Your story begins when you are 20 years old at number 12 Grimmauld Place. You have experienced some pretty rough things in the past and you protect yourself by being unwelcoming. You have no real friends and you abandoned your parents as soon as you came of age. However, you only sometimes realize that you are quite lonely, most of the time you can get by on your own.
I stepped into the hallway and stopped at the top of the stairs. With all the people down there, there was suddenly quite a chaos in the otherwise empty house. I couldn't help but smile at the hustle and bustle. It was as if a tidal wave had washed redheads into the house.I stepped back from the railing and went to my room. The Order of the Phoenix had billeted me here in Grimmauld Place not long ago, but I got used to it pretty quickly. The calm had done me good, because Sirius was quite skeptical about me and therefore less clingy than I had thought.Sure, I was also a bit suspicious when Moody had placed me with a wanted mass murderer, but of course Sirius had recognized me and the fact that I had been in Slytherin had of course confirmed his prejudices in his eyes. I didn't bother to enlighten him. why? He most likely hadn't even noticed my handicap.I left the Weasleys half an hour before I got downstairs. Inwardly, I steeled myself for what would inevitably follow.Everyone was in the kitchen. All the Weasley kids were sitting around the kitchen table, Molly was standing at the stove with Arthur, and two Order members were standing near the door with Sirius. Everyone was chattering until I entered.There was an awkward silence for a few seconds while most looked at me in horror. I glanced at Sirius, he could at least introduce me! Then, luckily, Molly approached me. "Hi, you must be Alise," she said, a little self-conscious, but shook my hand. I wondered if she didn't say my last name on purpose, even though they all knew I was currently living here as well.I smiled at her. "Hi Molly, nice to meet you," I replied, but offered her my left hand. Molly looked confused for a moment, then she shook my left hand. She seemed to decide I was okay because she smiled at me and introduced me to her gang of little rascals. All went well until it was Percy's turn. "We know each other, don't we?" he asked. I tried not to roll my eyes. "Yes, we were in the same year" was all I answered. As nerdy as he'd always been, I really expected a better memory. Percy's eyes widened as he remembered. "You're Alise Jugson!" he exclaimed. This time I couldn't hold back a sarcastic remark: "That was quick".Percy didn't even respond to that. "What is she doing here? She was in Slytherin and is a Death Eater!" he accused his parents and the Order members."Do you see a dark mark here?" I held out my left arm to him. "So I'm definitely not a Death Eater, thank you for that unnecessary accusation," I rebuked him rather rudely. Percy gave me an angry look. "But her parents are Death Eaters!" he turned to his parents again in that accusatory tone. I snorted and pressed my left arm across my stomach, the closest I could get to crossing my arms.That's when Tonks, an Auror and Order member, surprisingly spoke up for me: "Sirius' parents were Death Eaters too and you're still here. Don't be like that now. Alise is here for a reason and both Dumbledore and Moody have agreed to that." Percy finally calmed down and I smiled at Tonks in surprise and gratitude. She returned the smile and when the introductions were over, she pulled me out of the kitchen. "I've never been really nice either, I'm sorry about that. You're really okay and not even Sirius, who hates all Slytherins, finds anything wrong with you." "Really? I didn't notice any of that. But I don't want to get on anyone's nerves here and if I could go somewhere else you'd be rid of me long ago," I replied, even though I was happy about her words. You just never saw it on my face.But Tonks seemed to understand and said, "Well, anything's better than just sitting around in that gloomy house with Sirius for company, right?" I had to grin, too, when Sirius suddenly said, "Hey, I heard that." One by one everyone had come out of the kitchen and most of Molly's children went to their rooms. Sirius joined us."Alise must be really tolerant, I wouldn't put up with you all the time," Tonks teased, grinning. "Oh, I just don't speak my mind off," I followed before Sirius could say anything. They both looked at me in surprise, then we burst out laughing.I chatted with Tonks until dinner came. We got along better than I would have thought.At dinner, I sat to Tonks' right at the far end of the table. I held my fork in my left hand and ate in silence and fairly quickly. But since eating with one hand isn't that easy, I just didn't manage to eat much slower than the others and not attract attention.One of the older Weasleys sat across from me. "Why do you live here, Alise?" he asked me. I looked up, not expecting someone to speak to me. "Sorry, who are you again?" I asked, looking at him apologetically. "Charlie" he answered with a grin. He was quite tall and didn't have as long hair as his older brother, Bill."Okay, Charlie. Regarding your question, my apartment was destroyed by Death Eaters and Moody then suggested that I can stay here for now because it's safer and all," I said quite tersely. I could tell he wasn't expecting that. "Oh I'm sorry. Why did they destroy your apartment?" he asked concerned. I shrugged. "I'm guessing either to get me or to kill me. I don't know" I answered unmoved and turned back to my food.Yes, I still had the images of my destroyed apartment in my head and of course the thought that the Death Eaters were after me scared me. But I'd had other experiences, and coldness has always helped me deal with bad things.I spent the rest of the evening listening to the conversations around me. Tomorrow a Hermione Granger would arrive and later Harry Potter should also be brought here, but the plans for that were probably not yet mature.Eventually Tonks sat down next to me on the sofa. "You must be happy that more people are here now," she said to me. "Yes, of course, but I really would have liked to do without Percy," I said. It had blown up a short time ago and couldn't resist giving me dirty looks on the way. "Did you ever date him and dump him or why does he hate you so much?" Tonks asked. I almost choked, and I didn't even drink anything. "What? With Percy?" I looked at her so stunned that she laughed."No, we were only in one year," I then answered her question, "Firstly, he hated me because I was always top of my year in Potions and he only came second, secondly because I was also a prefect and something," I searched for one careful formulation, "had different views than he did". "You mean?" Tonks asked, grinning. "He was always meticulous about the house rules and I was a little more relaxed about that," I said, thinking back to the time with a grin, "I might not have taken the curfew for my classmates that seriously," I gave him as an example. "Too bad I finished school before you were a prefect," Tonks said, laughing. "Well, you were in Hufflepuff, they had pretty boring prefects in my day," I said. Tonks nodded, she could probably imagine that. "The way we're talking here, it sounds like it's been thirty years since we went to school," she stated, amused. "Only thirty? I thought you knew that you only longingly glorify your youth from the age of sixty," I scoffed, laughing. We laughed for a while and realized that she was only three years older than me. She told me about her training as an Auror and I deftly avoided her questions about what I was doing.Then we were silent for a while and watched the Weasley twins try to trick Ginny and Ron. I was surprised that I had so much fun with Tonks without having to think twice about it. Actually, I always acted prudently, but with Tonks, I felt like we were on the same wavelength.The evening ended quite comfortably, even if Tonks was the only one who was so open with me.The next few days went pretty much the same and I got used to the sheer masses of people who now lived here as well. I didn't really talk to anyone but Tonks on my own, and the others didn't approach me either. I didn't really mind.One night I went to dinner. It felt like half the order was there and I was surprised at how many people could fit on this huge table. I went to my seat, on the far right of the table next to Tonks, and stopped short of it. Whatever the reason, Percy of all people was sitting in my seat. Nobody was eating yet and not everyone was there yet, so I hoped that he would just find a new place ."Percy, can you please get up?" I asked through clenched teeth. I hated the situation. Fortunately, that rarely happened to me, and it hadn't happened at all since I'd been to Grimmauld Place."Why?" asked Percy. He didn't look like he wanted to move an inch and just stared at me provocatively. "This is my seat," I said, trying to ignore his provocation. Percy laughed. "Seriously? Just find another seat!" he said and put his elbow on the table. I exhaled through my nose and said a little more sharply, "I have to sit here, though. Now, if you would stand up, please?" I stepped back to make room for him. "And why do you have to sit right here?" he asked, still not moving. "None of your business," I hissed, trying not to look at my right arm because that would give me away. "Oh, then I can stay here, too," Percy continued to argue. I snorted in frustration, barely able to pull myself together. "I'm not doing this to annoy you, even if you deserve it. Can I finally sit down in my seat?" I hissed. Percy glared at me and finally got up. "I didn't think that was possible, but you really are a lot worse than I thought," he said, hatred in his voice. I didn't flinch, just mockingly and coolly saying, "I can return that" before sitting down and directing my gaze to the table.I noticed that Tonks was looking at me with concern and lifted my head to give her a reassuring smile. But then I saw that everyone else at the table was also looking at me. Apparently everyone was listening and I was just so angry that I didn't realize how quiet it had become. Now that silence sounded incredibly loud in my ears."Do you know what Molly cooked tonight?" I asked Tonks, pretending not to notice everyone's looks. Tonks answered me and luckily conversations developed again between the others, I was no longer the center of attention.Tonks didn't bring up the subject, but I knew it was only a matter of time. That's why I got a book from my room after dinner and sat down with it in the armchair by the cozy, softly crackling fireplace in the living room.After a while Tonks came to me too. She brought a chair with her and sat down to my right, between the armchair and the fireplace. So now the interrogation began. I sighed internally, but knew that I would have to explain it to her at some point anyway, so I closed my book with my left hand. I looked at her and she asked softly, "What was going on earlier? I know you and Percy don't get along very well, but that was pretty intense." I had involuntarily turned my head further towards her while she was talking and I noticed the problem. "Um, could you please sit on my other side?" I asked her. "Sure, why?" Tonks pushed the chair around. "Oh, I'm a bit cold, that's why I'm sitting so close to the fireplace," I said quickly, trying to appear normal to Tonks. I didn't want to lie to her, but there was no other choice now. She just nodded and then repeated her question about earlier.I racked my brains for a moment as to what to tell her, then settled on a watered-down, slightly twisted version of the truth: "My arm gets a little stiff from an old injury, so I like to sit on the far right side of the table. Then he can just hang down and not get on your nerves." I kind of hoped she'd leave it at that, but Tonks, of course, asked worriedly, "But it's nothing serious? You're not in pain?" "No, don't worry," I shook my head reassuringly, another partial truth. Because I really didn't have any pain and bad things were different for everyone.Luckily Tonks was letting it go now, but I'd seen her eyeing my arm thoughtfully. With some effort, which of course I didn't show, I placed my right hand in my lap so that it appeared to Tonks as if I were holding the book with it. I smiled at her briefly and then continued reading the book. But I watched her out of the corner of my eye and was relieved to see that she had fallen for it. Tonks smiled at me, then got up and walked over to a bookshelf. She also picked up a book and sat down next to me again.A few days later it was so quiet in the house that even I noticed it again. Most of the Weasleys were gone for the day and there was no one left from the Order either. I even thought I was alone with Sirius crouched somewhere upstairs in one of the many rooms when I walked into the kitchen and a better one was taught.Charlie was sitting at the kitchen table drinking tea. "Hi" he greeted me as I entered. "Hi. You drink tea in the middle of the day?" I asked amused and sat down opposite him. "Yes, in my opinion there is nothing better," he answered with a grin, then he became serious: "Can I ask you something?" I refrained from pointing out that that was already a question and nodded. Charlie was pleasantly quiet from what I could tell. I hadn't spoken to him much, but definitely more than I had talked to Sirius in all the time I've stayed here with him. Maybe he would play magic chess with me. It was one of my favorite board games because you could only move one piece at a time using only one hand. If you needed them at all, most of the time the pieces would slide themselves across the chessboard once you told them where to go."What exactly is wrong with your arm?" Charlie's question caught me off guard. "What do you mean? My right one is just a bit stiff sometimes because of an old injury," I said coolly and although the content of my words wasn't hurtful, my voice sounded so dismissive that he involuntarily flinched a bit. For a moment I regretted being so cold, but I just didn't talk about it.But Charlie wasn't impressed by my icy facade. "You don't have to be like that. I realized that's not all. I won't talk to anyone about it either if you don't want to," he offered. I looked at him doubtfully, then I let out a sigh."How did you know?" I asked softly. "First I saw how you shook my mother's left hand in the kitchen, but I thought nothing of it. After your argument with Percy, I was wondering why you would insist on sitting there. During the meal I noticed that you only eat with your left hand and from then on I noticed that you don't use your right arm at all" Charlie explained.I nodded and lifted my right arm up a bit with my left hand. "I can't really feel my whole right arm and I can hardly move it either," I began to tell, examining my arm as I so often do. "If I try really hard, I can move my fingers." I showed him my attempts at making a fist with my right hand and stretching my fingers. My fingers only moved a little in the desired direction, they began to tremble and a tug ran through my arm after a short time.I looked up at Charlie again and could read the question in his eyes. So I told the story: "The injury happened a few years ago. I must have been alone and was found late. I can't remember anything and passed out when I was found until I woke up in the hospital. In and of itself, no injury was dramatic, but because I was found so late, the damage to my arm was beyond repair. It's probably something to do with the nerves and bruises and sprains at the same time, but the doctors don't know for sure. They don't even know if my arm was magically or muggle-made that way." I didn't look at Charlie after I'd spoken, keeping my gaze stubborn on my arm. I wasn't very good with pity at all. That was one of the reasons why I behaved in such a way that hardly anyone noticed my handicap."And did you get used to it quickly, or did it take a while before you could hide it so well?" he asked after a moment's pause and I looked up again. He just looked at me seriously and interested. Relieved that he had asked a question instead of expressing his sympathy, I replied: "I quickly got used to it, because I don't really feel anything anymore. But the little things really bothered me for a long time," I admitted.What I didn't say was that I particularly missed the magic. Because before my "accident" I had been right-handed and had to laboriously relearn every wand movement afterwards with my left hand. Just as my handwriting was still terribly scrawled, most spells required great concentration and several tries before I could get them right.I pushed my thoughts aside. There was no point in mourning the past.I looked up at Charlie and he also looked at me in silence for a moment.Then he cleared his throat and asked: "Do you want to play a round of magic chess?" "Sure, gladly" I smiled enthusiastically. This seemed to confuse him a bit as he looked quite surprised but then smiled back and got out a magic chess set.The time flew by. Charlie was passable at magic chess, but I pretty much always won. After a few rounds we moved on to the next board game and I had more fun than I thought. We laughed and chatted a lot. Charlie told me about the dragons he worked with and and we talked about our Hogwarts days.It wasn't until the front door opened and Tonks came in that I realized we had been sitting here for a few hours. By now we were back to magic chess and I was about to defeat Charlie. Tonks greeted us and then looked at the kitchen table with raised eyebrows. I blushed a bit, because in addition to various board games, there were empty teacups, crumbly plates, a few burnt candles and a deck of cards that had only been pushed loosely into a heap on the table. Amid all the confusion, Charlie's wand lay and melted wax clung to the table."Two of them found each other," Tonks said, grinning, "both of them don't like order, do they?"I just shrugged and Charlie replied, "There are more important things." We looked at each other and it was clear that we shared this opinion.The next moment Percy came into the kitchen. When he saw Charlie and I sitting comfortably at the table, his jaw dropped. I don't know what went wrong in his brain because he said to his brother in amazement, "That's not true, Charlie. Not her!" All three of us were confused, and while the rest of the Weasleys were walking down the hall, Charlie broke the sudden silence in the kitchen, "What do you mean?" Percy still looked horrified. "You can't be with her!" he exclaimed.Charlie didn't deny it right away, which surprised me briefly before I figured out what he was up to. A grin curled the corners of his mouth and I said nothing. So he could really let Percy run. He deserved it and I was happy that Charlie seemed to see it the same way."What makes you think we're together?" he asked his younger brother. "Tonks said two of them found each other and then you've obviously been sitting here for hours..." Percy trailed off and I had to suppress a laugh. His face looked disgusted because he was probably imagining that Tonks had caught us kissing."Well, unfortunately you're wrong, dear brother. Unless there's a rule that only couples can play board games?" Charlie looked questioningly at Tonks and me. When we both shook our heads, Tonks couldn't help but grin and I tried my usual cold expression, Charlie continued: "You must have misunderstood something. It was just the mess we're going to clean up now." With that, he grabbed his wand and sent the dishes flying into the sink. I silently stacked the board games and let him put the deck together because two hands were better. Tonks cleaned the table from the candle wax and in no time the table looked usable again.As I got up, Percy asked suspiciously, "You really aren't dating her?" I had had enough. Instead of his brother, I replied, "Don't worry, we really aren't dating. I know you don't think highly of me, but I still expected better manners from you. It is not proper to talk about people present as if they were not there. Besides, it's so lovely to know that you think I'm so bad. I'm not going to ask you what I did to you because you're so condescending anyway that I didn't expect anything better from you." My voice was cool and I stared snootily at Percy as I spoke to him. Then, with a half-smile in his direction, I signaled to Charlie that everything was okay between us, gave Percy another appraising look and left the kitchen. Percy stood there frozen after my announcement.I studiously ignored the twins standing in the hallway and went to my room. I knew I had just reinforced the impression I was making on everyone in this house, but that didn't bother me. For sure the twins had heard my every word and in a few minutes the whole house would know. I didn't care that none of them knew the truth except for Tonks and Charlie. A small smile crossed my face at the thought. It pleased me more than I would have thought that the two of them knew me without my cool facade and apparently appreciated it.Tonks, Charlie and I quickly developed a silent understanding of each other. We did a lot together and when we got the wrong look from the others (or rather, if Tonks and Charlie got the wrong look) the two of them always defended me immediately. They both knew I didn't mind the other's attitude, but they did, despite the raised eyebrows and disbelieving looks the others gave them for the kind words they said about me.Clear,who would also associate the words "witty," "chatty," and "caring" with me? I quietly amused myself at the reactions to our friendship because, I'd found with some surprise, that's what we'd become: real friends.I was enjoying the time until towards the end of the kids' vacation I realized two things: Tonks seemed to have realized that she could develop feelings, something I knew she just hadn't seen in herself, and I was confused of myself .I had only briefly spoken to Tonks about it. She hadn't been in a real relationship yet because, as she said herself, she was more of the funny buddy type for people.But after a few late evenings spent with Remus Lupin and hours of chatting, I noticed that she would regularly glance at him and sometimes shake her head at herself afterwards. But I didn't say anything about it and left her alone.On the one hand she didn't seem to be really clear about it herself and on the other hand I was confused. I wasn't expecting this for a reason I didn't know. I didn't think it was a bad thing, but the fact that it puzzled me so much made me think. Somehow I must have subconsciously assumed Tonks wouldn't like anyone that much because... I liked her?For a while, I was the one who sometimes threw glances at Tonks, or stared straight ahead and unconsciously bit my lower lip as I thought.I realized I was very fond of her, but I figured that was because she was the first to see through my facade and bother to befriend me. And I realized, with a bit of relief, that it was "just" friendship that I wanted with Tonks.Over time, I found that I was subconsciously afraid that our friendship would change if she got together with Remus.The three of us sat in the living room in the evening. The children had all been sent to their rooms, the Order members had left and Molly, Arthur and Sirius were sitting in the kitchen with a good cup of tea. I didn't participate in my friends' conversation, glancing thoughtfully at Tonks and at Charlie. Because now that I had real friends, surprisingly I didn't want to get rid of them, quite the opposite. I considered asking Tonks about it, but I was pretty sure I wouldn't."Alise?" Charlie said my name, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked at him questioningly. "Don't you want to tell Tonks the whole story?" he changed the subject very abruptly, nodding his head on my arm. I squirmed a little. I'd made up my mind twice to tell Tonks the same thing I'd confided in Charlie, but somehow I hadn't gotten around to it. "I hate to talk about it," I murmured, avoiding Tonks' eyes, "but you're welcome to tell her," I turned to Charlie with the saving idea. He looked at me like he was about to ask, "Are you sure?" I nodded slightly and then shifted my gaze to my right hand, which as always lay motionless in my lap.Charlie started talking in his calm voice. He pretty much repeated what I had told him and Tonks just kindly listened to him. After a while I lifted my head and looked at Charlie. I was surprised at how well he could talk.In his version, I sounded like a person who was determined not to let their disabilities get in the way and had therefore developed many impressive ways of not being noticed.When Charlie was done, Tonks immediately hugged me and of course forgave me. I didn't expect anything else after Charlie's impressive speech, but I was still immensely relieved.Tonks started to get up, but I held her arm gently. "Thank you for being such a good friend. I wouldn't have forgiven myself so quickly," I honestly admitted. "I'm also glad that we're friends," she read between my lines again and hugged me again. "But now I'm going upstairs. I'm already very tired. You can stay here a little longer," she said and put on a tired expression."In order. Sleep well," I agreed. In truth, her tiredness came too suddenly, but I wouldn't inquire any further. She certainly had her reasons.Tonks wished us good night as well and then left the living room.A heavy silence lingered, and I wasn't sure if it was comfortable."Thanks for telling Tonks," I finally murmured, raising my eyes to Charlie. "Gladly. She should know and you don't like to talk about it" said with a small smile. "Yeah, well, I mean, thanks for putting it that way, that she forgave me" I added a little sheepishly. Unlike Tonks, he doesn't hear what I'm trying to say that well. "What do you mean?" he asked confused. "Well, you didn't have to say that I'm determined and don't want to attract attention because I'm determined to continue like before the injury," I explained to myself. Now Charlie looked puzzled."Why not? That's how I see you." "What?" I spun around at him, wide-eyed. "But I'm only like this because I don't want pity!" I spat out what I had never told anyone, rather harshly.He seemed to be able to read between my lines, even better than Tonks, because now he just looked at me calmly and replied: "You think worse of yourself than others. That's why you don't mind what other people say, do you? Because whatever they say isn't as bad as what you think of yourself."I had to look away and wrapped my left arm around my torso. How did he know? It gave me a pang whenever others called me cold-hearted, arrogant, or even a Death Eater. Because basically they were right. Well, I wasn't a Death Eater and didn't intend to be one, but how much better than her was I? Apart from the fact that my parents were completely behind the dark lord and I had sort of grown into these circles. And they were right about everything else. I was mean, cold and aloof. I was the typical Slytherin that everyone in this house despised.Except for two people.And if I didn't want to lose her, I had to be honest with myself."Maybe you're right that I think too badly of myself. But are you serious about that?" I asked almost in a whisper."Yes. You are goal oriented, determined and when you start something you finish it. You're only cool because you want to protect yourself with it. With everything you've experienced and experienced hostility, no wonder," Charlie answered and the sound of his voice made me look up again. Everything he said sounded so logical and again like I was a great person."Thanks" I just mumbled. "You really aren't as bad as you pretend. Tonks and I wouldn't be friends with you otherwise, would we?" he replied softly. I was pleased that he also considered us friends, but I was getting tired of all the compliments and was desperate for something to give back."You're good at persuading," I heard myself say.In the next moment I wanted to slap my hand over my head. Charlie grinned and I felt myself blush."I'll take that as a compliment," he said, and I was quite relieved."Are you actually tired already?" Charlie asked after a silence in which I hadn't looked at him. I had just drawn up one leg and was about to settle down more comfortably on the couch. "No, not at all. I don't want to leave here either" I answered as if out of reflex. I tucked a pillow under my arm, desperately hoping not to blush again as I realized what I'd said. Because that was so out of character for me."Well, neither do I," I heard Charlie say with a smile in my voice and turned back to him. He looked into my eyes and I had to swallow involuntarily.He reached up a hand and ran it through my hair and cupped it on my cheek. The movement was slow, so I could have avoided it, but I couldn't move.I sat there, mesmerized, staring into Charlie's eyes. He didn't release his from me for a moment as he approached. As if through a fog, I noticed how comfortable his slightly rough hand was on my face.Then he was so close to me that I could feel his breath and he closed his eyes. I did the same and a moment later his lips met mine.The kiss was soft and brief, but I liked the way it felt. His lips were rough but warm and when he pulled away from me I immediately missed the feeling.I opened my eyes and saw Charlie smiling. I found myself starting to smile too, and Charlie looked a little relieved at that."How about we really shock Percy?" he asked, taking my hand. I laughed at the idea, then looked at our clasped hands. Somehow it looked as beautiful as it felt.I looked up again and met Charlie's eyes, "I can't wait."Charlie's face lit up and he leaned forward. I closed my eyes and we kissed again.When we pulled away from each other, I examined my right arm. Then I moved him a little in Charlie's direction without letting go of his other hand. Charlie saw them movement and carefully grabbed my right hand. He ran his thumb over the back of my hand and I watched spellbound. Then I looked up, my eyes sparkling. "I can feel it..." my voice cracked and Charlie pulled me close. I rested my head on his shoulder and took deep breaths in and out. Charlie wrapped his arms around me and we sat there, perfectly content.Future:You could really shock Percy by announcing that you're dating, but everyone else is happy (after recovering from the surprise ;) ) for you.Even if you don't say it, Tonks is once again wonderful at reading between your lines and tells you that she knows your friendship won't change because of it.Pretty relieved by this, you're one of the first to be happy for Tonks when she finally gets together with Remus Lupin. You mostly silently helped her through the rough times when he felt they couldn't get together and your friendship lasts forever.In the meantime you have moved to Romania with Charlie. After a long search for what might be right for you, you train as a psychotherapist. Your ability not to show emotion helps you immensely. And surprisingly, your rational nature is just what people need.You took it easy, but after five years of dating you finally got married. The wedding will be beautiful, just as you always secretly wished for, even if you always said before that you hated kitsch.Your maid of honor is Tonks, who has moved near the Burrow with her husband and their two sons. You fought bravely in the battle and, side by side with your best friend, prevented Remus' death.Your parents both died in battle, as you later learn. You go to her funeral and you're a little sad, but not really. For you, it feels like distant relatives have died where you decided a long time ago that you don't want to visit them anymore.Charlie and the Weasleys are more than enough family for you and you will be a very happy Alise Weasley, mother of two daughters.
